Due to the preference (and convenience) of my reader's, I will be splitting the First Chapter into a prologue and another chapter. WARNING: The prologue is the foundation for the story and DOES NOT mention anything about Merlin, Arthur, etc. So if you don't give a whoopsy-doo, it's better to just start off from the first chappie then move on to the prologue later if you're intrested.
Here's the summary but be warned, i'm not so good with them. Not really, no.
The Prolougue- just the base for my story (NO mentioning of Merlin and cast. Skipping is encouraged but if you have the time then please read it.)
Another thing I should mention before letting you loose: The chapters - at least 1-5- can be read in any sequence but are all related. Just to let you know :)
Oh yeah, and kudos toxxDibdabxx, Mystical-Magickal-Wytch (Best writers on the block!!!)
Love and thanks, Punk Chopsticks
Prologue...
The sky was burning so painfully and excruciating; blood red and a rusty orange. My footsteps made little marching taps on the pavement like the magnified sounds of ants skittering by. The wind was howling that day, my hair being lifted behind me like a black billowing cloak. Tall buildings caste me into a perverted orange abyss. People were scarce and seemed to walk by me quickly.
Just to paint you a picture of how my last day on this universe looked like.
You realize, I'd be lying if I said I was just any other ordinary sophomore girl, but in another sense, I was just that. Because if we went to school together, and if I sat next to you in class. You probably wouldn't notice me. And if you did, all you'd see was a silent, peculiar girl with a dark sense of humor over the comments I make. But this story, or at least my story doesn't begin in a classroom.
Class was over.
I was walking home from school.
"I shouldn't have worn these today" I muttered, too softly to be heard over the breezy wind. The rough fabric clung and brushed against my thighs with each step I took. And even though I couldn't see them with my eyes focused ahead of me, tall modern buildings loomed above me over my head , lodging a trapped feeling in a crevice of my chest.
"Merlin…"
A small shot of conversation caught my attention and my eyes swept across the street to look; two flippant looking girls were walking past me whilst clutching a hefty load of shopping bags. Their metallic heels clicked across the pavement before turning a corner and disappearing from sight. Tap, tap, tap, gone.
I stopped and watched their retreating backs in a daze, wondering what had caught my attention.
Another voice drifted towards me
"…Merlin?"
I spun around to see a group of adolescent boys coming over to where I was standing. My arms instinctively wrapped themselves around my waist like a belt as I watched the group. They were clad in expensive clothing that seemed to curl round their perfectly built bodies. And at this I flinched inwardly. "Excuse me." I walked up to the tallest boy in the group, unable to contain my jiggling nerves "What is Merlin?"
He raised an eyebrow "You mean who is Merlin" The boy looked down at me condescendingly.
Condescendingly enough, infact, to make me want to plant a small hole in his face. Or worse. "OK?"
"Merlin is a wizard…" He started, before I cut in.
"I know who he is, but why is everyone talking about him?" I pressed, feeling my cheeks redden and heat up. Cold wind whipped across my cheeks but not a single strand of my black locks was lifted.
The tall boy who looked somewhat around 19, now stared down at me, almost sneering at my complete ignorance. I froze my face into what I hoped was a bold look, or maybe a cold façade - something he couldn't read past.
Then the boy gave a patronizing sniff and I flushed further, despite the measly attempts I gave to ignore myself. "Where've you been living all this time?" He asked, glancing down at me like I was a dirty rag. "The jungle?"
"What!-" I drew myself up only to have his friend standing to my right hurriedly cut in.
"It's a TV show." He answered nervously "Just a show." The younger boy's eyes shifted from the tall boy's face to mine, like a rotating Tetris cube that couldn't make its mind. "A show." He repeated under his breath.
"Whatever." The tall boy turned around and led the pack off. "Mad…"
My face blushed even more furiously but I refused to turn away from their pushed out backs and swaggering bottoms until their last inch of shadow was out of sight. "God" I whispered under my breath, watching them taking their sweet time just to make themselves seem more gallant. "what asses"
It was too late to be scared of any retribution when I shifted my eyesight to see the tall boy and his group of expensively dressed cronies turning around, coming my way. All I could feel then was a rush through my body.
The boy glowered at me, his shoulders towering above my face and I could make out his chest heaving raggedly albeit his calm face and I knew that he was just a few words a way from losing his temper.
"If you were a boy I'd hit you." He threatened through gritted teeth.
"If you were a boy I'd be afraid" I said back, feeling another flush coming and enjoying the wave.
The tall boy instantly roared and lunged at me. I didn't think I had enough time or space to avoid his charge but strangely enough I found my self swerving away without any impact. And I couldn't help grinning at the new feeling coursing through me: raw, exhilarating fear.
"Clarissa!" Almost as if we were connected, everyone's head turned towards the source of the sound and I felt my chest drop at what met my eyes.
His blonde hair was the first thing I recognized as Robert came towards me, and put his arm over my shoulder. "I'll be calling the police if you'd like?" He raised an eyebrow and pulled me in closer while keeping both of his eyes fully planted on the tall boy.
They slowly backed away, radiating hate and frustration, until I couldn't see the last of the tall boy's shadow. Then I rounded on Robert. "I could have handled that!" I argued, pushing his arm off my shoulders. It was heavy and pressing down like a weight.
"What, you?" He grinned like I just told the funniest joke on earth. "Come on, get real Claire. Those kids'd beat you to a pulp"
"Even so, even if I would get hurt, at least I'd get respect from them. Or more than you give me anyways"
"Hey!" Robert's arms shot in the air and he smiled wider "Since when did I do anything to you? Boyfriends take care of their little girls don't they?"
"I'm not a little girl" I huffed "And I'm not helpless, and I deserve respect. Even if it means getting a little black eye, so what?"
"You're so cute when you're weak" He came towards me with a different type of smile plastered on his face, meaning to take me in his arms again "You don't know what you're saying"
"Get away from me!" I pushed away, covered in revulsion.
Without any idea of what I was doing or where I was headed, I treaded away in the opposite direction "I don't know why I ever liked you in the first place" I whispered amid the sudden release of years of pent up humiliation and insecurities unconsciously laden on me by Robert. And soon broke into a sprint till I was out of the city limits.
His hair is so beautiful- blond, streaky, like waves of angel song. Robert pulls me in closer and I taste the scent of his overpowering cologne on my face. His is beautiful, he is dominant but he'll never be fully mine. Earlier that day in the same position, he kisses me firmly on the lips, so hard and powerfully that for a moment, I forget who I was. Who I will be... "If i leave you," he murmurs behind my cloud of euphoria "Will you die?" The words sounded so deep and threatening that I pause, unable to take the leap of faith and cross over our gates of safety and refuge, bounding for the hills beyond. "Maybe..." i whisper back, hoping that the answer will prove enough for Robert. He kisses me again, firmer this time, more hypnotic "What about now?" He growls. "I don't know..." I answer. The game goes on and on until I can't think anymore and tell him that I'd live and die with his presence.
Now I remember the incident and turn to face his gorgeous dark pupils, long graspable hair. "Robert..." I whisper and he looks down at me but averting my eyes. "If I leave you, would you continue to live without me?" The question hung in the air between us. Robert averts my eyes even more and instead reaches for my body and pulls me in. "Sure..." He mutters "Whatever. God, Claire you're hot you know that?"
Three hours later, I was still walking through a stretch of wild land, feeling blank and drained – earlier, with each footstep came a new memory of another time of us together and a whoosh of abhorrence would fill me up. Now, nothing came to my head, nothing entered my mind except a hope to discover another new place that I could go to. Like in a story book or a fairy tale. All I knew was I didn't have to stop if I didn't want to.
And I didn't want to.
Alrighty, so that was my prologue (yes, there's more to come...MUAHAHAHAHA!!!) Hope you enjoyed it, i hope I haven't completely destroyed the story and it's characters.
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